Okay, here is a story I wrote for someone. I have been a bit moody lately, he put up with me, so I rewarded him.
"Hey, I am going to a party. Want to join?"
"Sure. It is boring here anyways."
I throw on one of my favorite dresses, some makeup, and we leave for the party.
We arrive, and I notice something strange. It seems it is all guys.
"Wait, I thought you said party?"
"Yeah, it is for the game tonight."
"Why didn't you tell me? I would have stayed home."
He knew how I hated these "game parties".
A bunch of men, yelling at the TV, and eating junk food.
I growled under my breath as we went in.
I looked around, and there were 10 guys, and no women.
Yeah, big surprise, that.
"Hey, great! Can you help us with the snacks?"
They looked directly at me. Like "Hey, it's a woman. She can serve us food."
It only made me more upset at my husband.
So, I did the "good little woman" thing, and started getting some snacks, beers out of the fridge, and passing them around.
I noticed one guy who kept leering at me. I could see his eyes checking me out.
A creepy feeling washed over me, but I ignored it.
The night continued, and I turned into the good little hostess, regardless of what I wanted. The men got louder, my husband and the others got drunker, and the one started to get a little...freer with his hands. Twice he tried to slip his hand up my dress. He tried to lift it. Kept trying to stare into my top.
Honestly, the guy creeped me out, but, I was annoyed. I wanted to slap my husband for not telling me before he asked if I wanted to join.
"Party" I snorted. The creepy guy heard me. He was handsome, but the way he kept looking at me, I wanted him gone.
But, he also gave me an idea on how to get revenge.
I whispered something in his ear, and he asked the creepy guy to leave.
"Thank you," I told him, and honored my end of the deal. He stood there, grinning like some silly school boy.
I slipped my panties off, being careful not to expose anything, and handed them to him. My husband's jaw dropped open, but he didn't say anything.
After that, I decided to have a drink or two myself. I might as well try to have some fun.
As the night wore on, I got a few looks, more curious than anything. Some of the guys did admire me, but it didn't make my skin crawl like the other guy.
As I drank, I noticed my legs were slightly parted.
That gave me another idea.
I shifted my dress up a bit and say there, legs spread wide.
One of the guys looked at me, and I knew from the angle he was at he saw more of me than he expected, sitting there, in a dress, legs spread.
I also knew he did because suddenly he was spitting and sputtering, as his drink went down the wrong way.
I smiled at him, and he smiled weakly at me, then turned away.
But, he could not seem to take his eyes off me out of the corner of his eye.
My husband was pretty much completely drunk by now, and many of the others were too, but not all. Some didn't seem to be drinking much.
I felt a bit tipsy myself. I was not used to drinking.
I grabbed my husband, and pulled him next to me.
He looked at my exposed legs, and put his hand on them.
"I didn't realize your dress was that short." He didn't even seem to realize I had pulled it up.
Tipsy, a bit mad at him, I pushed his hand further up. Poor him, he didn't realize it wasn't for him, it was for the others.
He didn't even think about everyone seeing his wife, just got caught up in the moment. His hand slipped up my leg, exposing my entire outer thigh.
From his angle, you couldn't see much, but I could see more eyes turning towards us. And many of those eyes could see more than my husband could.
Several of those eyes stayed on us.
I turned my head towards my husband, lips connecting, kissing him deeply. Don't get me wrong, I love my husband, but I am also a little irrational when I get angry. And can be very petty. When I get like that, I can take things a little too far.
Too drunk to really think about where he was, he got into the kiss. Soon, his hands were trying to explore my body. He grasped my breast through my dress, squeezing it slightly.
He also ran his hand over the top of my upper thigh, then towards the front. Feeling nothing there, except me, drove his lust higher. He no longer even thought about, and not even sure he remembered, the others around us. His hands pushed my dress up, fully exposing me.
I did not forget where we were, or who was around us though. I watched them, and their eyes, glued to my husband's hand meeting my naked pussy.
He pulled my legs apart, pushed his fingers inside me. I almost climaxed, doing this, here, in front of all these men.
His other hand went around behind my neck. Our lips still locked, our tongues still exploring, he fumbled around, trying to find the zipper.
No one said a word. The TV, the game, had become the only noise other than my husband's heavy breaths.
I reached over, stroking the front of his pants. He was finally erect. I wasn't completely sure he would be able to with how drunk he was.
I played around with the cloth, covering his penis. Played with the zipper. Finally, he found the clasp of my dress, undid it, started to try to unzip it.
I say try, because he wasn't doing that great. Fumbly fingers don't do well with dress zippers.
He tugged, and his fingers slipped. He found, and they slipped again.
I turned him sideways, hands on his knees, guiding him, so if he looked straight, he would not suddenly remember where he was.
Then, I stood up, dress settling back in place again, and kneeled on the couch in front of him.
I bent down, face in his lap, unzipping his pants with my teeth. Finally, they were down.
This let him get better access to the zipper in the back. Reaching over my head he was able to slowly get it down.
I pulled his underwear with my teeth, not wanting to use my hands. Why? I don't know, more challenge, and maybe I could match his pace, so I freed him while he freed me.
He got the zipper down, exposing my back, causing the front to fall forward slightly. The men watching got an eyeful of my breasts, at least from the side. I no longer watched them, but could feel them watching us.
I freed his penis before he could get the zipper over my hips. It might expose my top, but the dress was by no means free.
I took his penis in my mouth, sucking it, licking it working it in and out.
Playing with the head. Running my lips and tongue along the shaft.
Finally, he got the zipper all the way down. My dress now hung completely off from the top, not just a large gap exposing my breasts, but completely topless.
I was so wet already, and wanted to get to the next stage before he realized. I was still surprised he hadn't even noticed all the guys staring, but I didn't care.
I wanted them to watch.
No panties, dress already down, I moved his hands, stood up and kneeled on top of him. Leg between his leg and the cushion, other leg close to slipping off the other side completely, I lifted the dress up to access his penis.
I worked it inside me. He closed his eyes as I worked it, little by little, until he was deep inside.
I let the dress bundle atop us again.
I wanted them to see us having sex. I didn't want them to see me being penetrated.
I slowly started moving my hips, as I straddled him, top completely exposed, bottom hidden by the dress fallen around our groins.
I worked his penis, pulling myself off it, before pushing myself back on.
I closed my eyes as I felt him inside me, savoring it, wanting it.
I moved slowly, enjoying the sensation, enjoying the feeling of eyes upon me.
I saw a flash.
I opened my eyes, and reached over. The guy was so close I was able to grab the phone out of his hand.
He jumped back in surprise, and my other hand pushed my husband's face into my cleavage, between my breasts.
I gave the man a wicked smile and motioned him to come closer.
With one hand on my husband's head, shoving him into my cleavage, the other grabbed the guys hair as I pulled his ear to my mouth, guided by his long hair.
"I will keep your phone until I can delete the pictures. And tell the others if they take a picture of me, I will make sure they regret it."
He tried to sneer, and I pulled his hair harder.
"Next time," I whispered into his ear, "I will pull your sack instead, and squeeze. And you have a naked woman in this room, want to bet what you wife would say if I said you took part?"
He looked at his ring on his finger, and decided it would be best to not challenge me.
"Now be good and tell the others." I whispered to him.
I put my fingers to my lips to let them know to stay quiet, the whole time still moving my hips slowly.
But, I could also feel him getting soft. The alcohol and not enough stimulation wasn't helping.
He quietly told the others, and they kept their phones to themselves.
I let my husband pull his head back finally, and bent my neck down to kiss him deeply.
I moved my hips faster, faster, speeding up, stopping. He stiffened up again, and I rode him. I savored him. I savored their eyes.
I could feel my pussy tighten around him, could feel him respond.
I climaxed, causing my pussy to squeeze him, his penis suddenly cumming deep inside of me.
He lay back, closing his eyes. Soon, he was passed out.
I zipped up my dress, got everyone more drinks and snacks, and let them continue watching the game.
"I wonder how much my husband will remember in the morning?"
